Posts Tagged ‘Nashville’

I’ve spent most of this week looking at disaster pr0n. Instead of getting work done, I’ve spent the week on Twitter, on Nashvillest, watching YouTube videos, and reading We Are Nashville over and over again. Believe me, even I’m surprised by my reaction to this past weekend’s record rainfall and subsequent flooding. While it was […]


I always look forward to writing year-end reviews and round-ups. And then I always sit down to do them and they always take significantly more time and energy than I am prepared to spend writing them. At any rate, and without further ado, let’s see how 2009 stacked up. You Can’t Even Begin to Know […]


It’s been one of those days where I feel like, if Nashville was a person, I’d be in love with him. The sun is out, it’s cold enough to see my breath in the air, and getting my Christmas shopping done feels like fun. Bookman/Bookwoman was toasty warm and I found a leather-bound, Oxford University […]


Sunny, fall days in Nashville are the best. It’s still too warm for my liking, and so dry there’s a forest fire watch in effect, but the sky is the clearest blue imaginable and the sun is watery and warm. Mare’s tail clouds streak the sky, and even though it’s early afternoon, there’s already a […]


Here’s a first in my quote-unquote writing career: I wrote most of this post on a cocktail napkin with a pen I borrowed from the bartender because I decided to leave all but my ID and my phone at home last night. I’d been on the fence all week about going to see Bell x1 […]


So I was supposed to start this new thing tomorrow where I wake up at 4:45 and swim for an hour and a half before work, but my veins are a-buzz with electricity and my ears are still ringing from what I’m officially declaring The Best Gig of My Life. So it looks like the […]


“It’s not lying; it’s looking at things a different way.” Some people were raised on rock ‘n’ roll, and while I was to a point, too, I was mostly raised on musical theater. My grandmother was always involved in some drama guild or other, and during the years we spent living with her, our bedtime […]